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Title: Two Out Of Three Is Bad (3/2)
Authors: Draco The Lizard and Sonata Night
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Summary: Jack and Daniel go to a karaoke bar, get drunk, and then Jack refuses to sleep with Daniel, infuriating the other man.
Notes: Inspired while Draco was drunk. She wanted to write Emo!Jack, made up an outline, and then reread it and wrote a much better version of what it would have been when she had sobered up. I simply added in the smut, which is what this is.
Disclaimer: Fish are friends, not food - Erhm, I mean, all of this is purely from our imagination.
Archive: If you think it's good enough, drop me a line at jiradamister@gmail.com and archive away!
The next thing Jack noticed was a minty taste in his mouth. And scrubbing. Violent scrubbing too. He never brushed his teeth like that. Wait a minute, someone was brushing his teeth? Jack opened an eye carefully. Wow, he didn’t remember the sun being this bright. He opened his other eyes, and spotted the violent teeth brusher. It was Daniel, and he was looking pissy.
“Awake yet? You asshole!” Daniel muttered. “You sure took your damn time!”
What? Asshole? Time? Jack was a bit confused here.
Daniel just shoved a glass of water in his hands, along with some aspirine. “Here, take this.”
Jack figured that doing what Daniel asked him to do was for the better, especially as Daniel was armed with a toothbrush and was obviously in a violent mood. He downed the water, thinking that the toothpasty flavour was quite nice. Then Daniel started to towel his head violently. “What’s that for!” He managed to get out.
“Left over toothpaste,” Daniel growled. “And for being an inconsiderate asshole!”
“What?” Jack asked. He had been an inconsiderate asshole? When? Oh. Last night. With the cuddling, and the not wanting to have sex. Well, he had obviously wanted it, obviously. But the time just hadn’t been right. He didn’t want to be his first time with Daniel to be a drunken roll in the hay.
Daniel looked confused and hurt suddenly. “You don’t remember?”
Oh crap. Now Daniel was thinking that last night had been Jack being drunk and stupid, when that was only half true. He watched Daniel move away, still holding the towel and looking quite close to tears. Double crap. “I remember everything! It’s just that my brains wake up later than the rest of my body!” He said, and smiled. Hopefully that would reassure Daniel.
Daniel eyed him suspiciously, and flung the towel behind him, on the floor. “You remember everything?”
Jack nodded. “Every single detail.”
“Me spilling lemonade on my shirt?”
“Yep.” Oh, he definitely remembered that. It had led to half-naked Daniel after all. Like he was going to forget that.
“You grabbing my ass as I was helping you up the stairs because you were too drunk to do it yourself?”
“Yeah…” Dammit, he had hoped Daniel hadn’t noticed that!
“What about the part where I was all over you, begging for it and you still turned me down?”
Well, he wouldn’t quite put it like that. It really had been for Daniel’s own good, but Daniel looked so angry that Jack decided not to say that. “Er, yes?”
“The kissing? Do you remember the kissing?”
Jack grinned at that. “I definitely remember kissing!” And he was hoping for a repeat performance, to be honest.
Daniel lunged forward, and pinned Jack to the bed. Whoa, hadn’t seen that one coming. “What about the bit where you fell asleep, asshole?!”
“I’m, er, sorry?” Jack offered, as he stared into Daniel’s eyes. Were his pupils always this dilated? Jack didn’t think so.
“Oh, you will be once I’m through with you,” Daniel growled. And then his lips were on Jack's again, firm and warm and although for a few seconds it started out slow, Jack took it further and opened his mouth to Daniel, and Daniel caught his wrists, shoved them up against the pillow, and held them there. "I think I'll take control of this for a while, alright, Jack?" He whispered into Jack's ear and his eyes were hungry, his voice a purr and growl mixed, and as he settled his weight over Jack's and rubbed his erection firmly against Jack's, Jack had to groan.
"Fuck yes." Jack swore and agreed at the same time, and felt Daniel pull back to look at him.
"Why wouldn't you sleep with me last night? I was far less drunk than you thought I was. And although you can be stupid, Jack, you're a hell of a lot smarter than you were acting last night." Daniel stared at him, and the deep blue of his eyes was so open to Jack that Jack couldn't lie and pass it off as drunkenness this time.
"I didn't want it to just be sex. Drunken sex, I mean. I wanted something more. I still do." Jack said, and after last night, there was no shyness on his part, and Jack leaned in to kiss Daniel. As his fingers slid along Daniel's back, Daniel sighed and let his own fingers push up along Jack's chest to his throat, caressing the skin as he nibbled his way from Jack's lips to jaw, watching the man sigh. Moving along there, he got to Jack's ear, traced the area of the ear once and slid his tongue inside-
-"Yargh! Daniel, what are you doing!?"
Daniel pulled back, looked at a very surprised Jack. "I'm guessing you're not a fan of the tongue in ear effect."
"Definitely not." Jack said. "Meanwhile, I'm guessing you are?" Daniel had the gall to look hopeful, and Jack wondered if the other man thought Jack might stick his tongue in Daniel's ear because Daniel was a fan. Definitely not. No, Jack would stick his tongue other places. Such as his mouth. And then his brain conjured up the mental image of where else he could stick his tongue and he ground up against Daniel. "I think we should make up for last night."
"Exactly what I was thinking." Daniel said, and slid down to Jack's stomach, placing soft kisses along the way. His lips were warm and tongue sliding a wet trail down until he got to Jack's sweats. Eyeing Jack, watching Jack eye him back in curiosity, Daniel took the edge of Jack's pants in his mouth, bit down, sliding down with it, and his mouth let a gust of hot breath in as Jack lay there, arched upwards.
When Daniel slid back up and leaned in to the ridge that tented Jack's boxers, kissed up it to the tip, and sucked through the material, Jack let out a long, breathy groan. "Daniel." He panted, pushing his fingers forward to tug at Daniel's short hair, and watched as Daniel pulled at the corner of his boxers, kissed his hip, bit, and pulled down the rest of the way, pushing the material off Jack's lower half. Lying there, arms on either side of Jack's spread legs, Daniel tipped his head forward, kissed the head again, licked, and let his finger trail down it. Jack whined. Daniel lifted his head to look at Jack.
"Daniel, come on!" Jack growled, and reached down for Daniel. "Either do something or I'm going to flip you over and do something myself!" Jack finished, sounding hungry, and Daniel's head dropped momentarily, his breath deepened. When Daniel looked at Jack, his eyes were midnight blue, it seemed. He traced a line along Jack's cock and rubbed slowly with his palm.
"Got condoms?" Daniel asked. "And lube?" And then his mouth was around Jack's cock, hot and wet, sucking and laving the length of his erection. Jack moaned out an undignified response of "Yes-ohDanielfuck!" to the question, and earned a harder, longer suck before Daniel shifted above him, slid his mouth slowly further, lips wrapped around Jack. As he slid Jack down his throat, breathing in and out of his nose, Jack clenched his fingers in the sheets.
"Oh god, Daniel, please..." Jack pleaded, not sure to what he was pleading, but knowing he was losing control of the situation. Daniel began to bob his head again, Jack slipping from his mouth and back in, his cock shiny with saliva, bobbing once to slap Daniel's lower lip lightly as he released it from his mouth. Licking his lips, Daniel paused a moment, and Jack took that moment to reflect on how very talented in every way his linguist was with his mouth. With that, he grabbed said linguist's fingers and he wondered if they would be as talented as his mouth, then kicked himself for such a stupid thought. Yes, obviously. Daniel raised his eyebrows and Jack tugged him up to kiss again.
Daniel kept control of this kiss, pushing Jack against the pillows, and Jack ground up against Daniel, realising that his own bottoms were still on. Well, that would not do at all. He hooked his fingers in Daniel's pants, pushed down until Daniel slid free of them and then brought his fingers back up to hook in Daniel's boxers, letting his fingers follow the angle of the skin. Daniel caught Jack's other hand as it reached for the bedside table drawer. "Lube in there?" Daniel asked.
Jack nodded, trying to pull his fingers free again, but Daniel shook his head, got the lube himself, and a condom, tearing the package and rolling it onto Jack, forcing the man to relinquish any control. Jack watched as Daniel uncapped the lube and squirted it onto his fingers, spreading the slippery stuff around and then reaching behind himself to press a finger against himself. Jack stared, his cock twitching. "Daniel." He stared to say, filled with a thousand protests. Let me do that. or Want to take you without preparation, fuck you so hard that you'll feel it for days. Ended up watching Daniel sink onto a finger and seeing the muscles in his legs flex.
"You, Jack, are an asshole." Daniel stated. "I hadn't imbibed nearly enough to be as inebriated as you thought. You were far worse than me, and I should be mad at you, because you completely passed out on me when I was kissing you.” Daniel then wagged a finger at Jack and glared. “I don't know about you, but when I'm kissing someone, I tend to be focusing on the sensation of someone kissing me.” Now Daniel was jabbing the finger into Jack’s chest, emphasising his point. “And you are not allowed to tease someone, to allure to someone getting thoroughly," here he paused to slide a second finger into himself, sinking further down, right above Jack's groin, knees bent, "fucked."
"Neither are you!" Jack tried to protest. Daniel paused in his motions, stopping his slow rise and fall on his fingers, his other hand having come to wrap around his cock and stroke slowly. "You’re worse, admit it. And don't you dare get off without me."
Daniel twisted his fingers gently, harder, and let out a tiny gasp. "Just think of this as punishment for last night." He breathed, staring at Jack. And then suddenly Daniel was shifting to lean over, revealing the curve of his hip that led to his ass, and Jack slid his hand forward to grab, press his thumb into, over the skin and hear Daniel make another tiny noise and squirm. When Daniel came back up, he had Jack's shirt. "Want me to tie you up?"
Jack shook his head. "Want to be inside of you, Daniel!" He protested. Daniel paused and leaned forward, taking Jack's wrists, tying them together. Jack wondered how exactly Daniel had translated ‘Want to be inside of you’ into ‘Oh yes, please tie me up with that shirt’. Then he figured that Daniel probably knew what he was doing, and that he might as well go along with it.
"Keep them above your head." Daniel said, and then took the lube, slicked Jack's cock, and positioned himself, wrapping his fingers around the base and pushing down against Jack, and Jack slid into tight heat, clenched his fists, felt Daniel squeeze around him and groan. As Daniel slid further on him, Jack concentrated on not coming right then and there. He wasn't going to last long, he could tell. Daniel was too wound up too, from his own self-teasing preparation. And Jack thrust up the slightest bit, sheathed himself completely in Daniel, felt Daniel's ass tighten around him again. Daniel stared at Jack, mouth hanging open slightly, before his eyes fluttered shut and his tongue came out to swipe his lower lip.
"Jack." He breathed. And then he began to ride Jack. He took complete control again, rising his body up, dropping down, hips rolling forward, squeezing, making the bedsprings squeak while Jack fought the urge to grab Daniel's cock with his tied hands and tug slowly, gently, until Daniel was undone. Daniel was in control here, and Jack knew without a doubt that Daniel could torture Jack far worse than this way. And then Daniel shuddered above him and Jack thrust up as the head of his cock rubbed over Daniel's prostate, watched Daniel almost collapse over him as his legs trembled, his body shivered. From his throat came a groan that was louder than Jack would have expected. Not surprised that Daniel was loud, however, during sex, Jack reasoned that it was only normal for how vocal he was at SGC. But he figured it was probably a good thing he didn’t shout ‘Oh god yes Jack deeper’ all the time at the SGC. People might suspect something was up. And down. And up again. And down and up and down. He could definitely get used to this.
When Daniel began to ride Jack faster, hips thrusting helplessly, Jack closed his eyes and watched a phantom image of Daniel behind his eyelids, the memory burned in his mind forever, and he jerked upwards. "Danny." He panted out, gripping the pillow with his fingers, meeting Daniel's thrusts with his own. "Oh, fuck, fuck!" He moaned out, and then lost himself in the feel of Daniel spasming around him, sank once more into the deep heat of Daniel's ass, and came with Daniel, watching Daniel leaning over him, fingers finding Jack's and tightening in them, moving to undo the knot around his wrists, and Jack grabbed Daniel's wrists as Daniel collapsed on top of him.
"Fuck." Daniel panted out. "I think my brain is dead." He looked genuinely concerned and Jack had to grin at that.
"That was mind-blowing sex." Jack agreed, and wrapped an arm around Daniel, withdrawing carefully, sliding off the condom and tying it off before dropping it in the trash bin next to the bed. Daniel pressed his cheek to Jack's chest, breathed out a long sigh. "Happy?"
"... For now." Daniel said, and raised his head. "However, I intend to get you drunk tonight and prove to you that we most definitely can have mind-blowing sex while we're under the influence of alcohol also." His eyes gleamed wickedly.
Jack patted Daniel on his back. “Sure thing. I think I have some tequila lying around. Just promise me one thing, Daniel.”
“What’s that?”
“No karaoke.”
Authors: Draco The Lizard and Sonata Night
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Summary: Jack and Daniel go to a karaoke bar, get drunk, and then Jack refuses to sleep with Daniel, infuriating the other man.
Notes: Inspired while Draco was drunk. She wanted to write Emo!Jack, made up an outline, and then reread it and wrote a much better version of what it would have been when she had sobered up. I simply added in the smut, which is what this is.
Disclaimer: Fish are friends, not food - Erhm, I mean, all of this is purely from our imagination.
Archive: If you think it's good enough, drop me a line at jiradamister@gmail.com and archive away!
The next thing Jack noticed was a minty taste in his mouth. And scrubbing. Violent scrubbing too. He never brushed his teeth like that. Wait a minute, someone was brushing his teeth? Jack opened an eye carefully. Wow, he didn’t remember the sun being this bright. He opened his other eyes, and spotted the violent teeth brusher. It was Daniel, and he was looking pissy.
“Awake yet? You asshole!” Daniel muttered. “You sure took your damn time!”
What? Asshole? Time? Jack was a bit confused here.
Daniel just shoved a glass of water in his hands, along with some aspirine. “Here, take this.”
Jack figured that doing what Daniel asked him to do was for the better, especially as Daniel was armed with a toothbrush and was obviously in a violent mood. He downed the water, thinking that the toothpasty flavour was quite nice. Then Daniel started to towel his head violently. “What’s that for!” He managed to get out.
“Left over toothpaste,” Daniel growled. “And for being an inconsiderate asshole!”
“What?” Jack asked. He had been an inconsiderate asshole? When? Oh. Last night. With the cuddling, and the not wanting to have sex. Well, he had obviously wanted it, obviously. But the time just hadn’t been right. He didn’t want to be his first time with Daniel to be a drunken roll in the hay.
Daniel looked confused and hurt suddenly. “You don’t remember?”
Oh crap. Now Daniel was thinking that last night had been Jack being drunk and stupid, when that was only half true. He watched Daniel move away, still holding the towel and looking quite close to tears. Double crap. “I remember everything! It’s just that my brains wake up later than the rest of my body!” He said, and smiled. Hopefully that would reassure Daniel.
Daniel eyed him suspiciously, and flung the towel behind him, on the floor. “You remember everything?”
Jack nodded. “Every single detail.”
“Me spilling lemonade on my shirt?”
“Yep.” Oh, he definitely remembered that. It had led to half-naked Daniel after all. Like he was going to forget that.
“You grabbing my ass as I was helping you up the stairs because you were too drunk to do it yourself?”
“Yeah…” Dammit, he had hoped Daniel hadn’t noticed that!
“What about the part where I was all over you, begging for it and you still turned me down?”
Well, he wouldn’t quite put it like that. It really had been for Daniel’s own good, but Daniel looked so angry that Jack decided not to say that. “Er, yes?”
“The kissing? Do you remember the kissing?”
Jack grinned at that. “I definitely remember kissing!” And he was hoping for a repeat performance, to be honest.
Daniel lunged forward, and pinned Jack to the bed. Whoa, hadn’t seen that one coming. “What about the bit where you fell asleep, asshole?!”
“I’m, er, sorry?” Jack offered, as he stared into Daniel’s eyes. Were his pupils always this dilated? Jack didn’t think so.
“Oh, you will be once I’m through with you,” Daniel growled. And then his lips were on Jack's again, firm and warm and although for a few seconds it started out slow, Jack took it further and opened his mouth to Daniel, and Daniel caught his wrists, shoved them up against the pillow, and held them there. "I think I'll take control of this for a while, alright, Jack?" He whispered into Jack's ear and his eyes were hungry, his voice a purr and growl mixed, and as he settled his weight over Jack's and rubbed his erection firmly against Jack's, Jack had to groan.
"Fuck yes." Jack swore and agreed at the same time, and felt Daniel pull back to look at him.
"Why wouldn't you sleep with me last night? I was far less drunk than you thought I was. And although you can be stupid, Jack, you're a hell of a lot smarter than you were acting last night." Daniel stared at him, and the deep blue of his eyes was so open to Jack that Jack couldn't lie and pass it off as drunkenness this time.
"I didn't want it to just be sex. Drunken sex, I mean. I wanted something more. I still do." Jack said, and after last night, there was no shyness on his part, and Jack leaned in to kiss Daniel. As his fingers slid along Daniel's back, Daniel sighed and let his own fingers push up along Jack's chest to his throat, caressing the skin as he nibbled his way from Jack's lips to jaw, watching the man sigh. Moving along there, he got to Jack's ear, traced the area of the ear once and slid his tongue inside-
-"Yargh! Daniel, what are you doing!?"
Daniel pulled back, looked at a very surprised Jack. "I'm guessing you're not a fan of the tongue in ear effect."
"Definitely not." Jack said. "Meanwhile, I'm guessing you are?" Daniel had the gall to look hopeful, and Jack wondered if the other man thought Jack might stick his tongue in Daniel's ear because Daniel was a fan. Definitely not. No, Jack would stick his tongue other places. Such as his mouth. And then his brain conjured up the mental image of where else he could stick his tongue and he ground up against Daniel. "I think we should make up for last night."
"Exactly what I was thinking." Daniel said, and slid down to Jack's stomach, placing soft kisses along the way. His lips were warm and tongue sliding a wet trail down until he got to Jack's sweats. Eyeing Jack, watching Jack eye him back in curiosity, Daniel took the edge of Jack's pants in his mouth, bit down, sliding down with it, and his mouth let a gust of hot breath in as Jack lay there, arched upwards.
When Daniel slid back up and leaned in to the ridge that tented Jack's boxers, kissed up it to the tip, and sucked through the material, Jack let out a long, breathy groan. "Daniel." He panted, pushing his fingers forward to tug at Daniel's short hair, and watched as Daniel pulled at the corner of his boxers, kissed his hip, bit, and pulled down the rest of the way, pushing the material off Jack's lower half. Lying there, arms on either side of Jack's spread legs, Daniel tipped his head forward, kissed the head again, licked, and let his finger trail down it. Jack whined. Daniel lifted his head to look at Jack.
"Daniel, come on!" Jack growled, and reached down for Daniel. "Either do something or I'm going to flip you over and do something myself!" Jack finished, sounding hungry, and Daniel's head dropped momentarily, his breath deepened. When Daniel looked at Jack, his eyes were midnight blue, it seemed. He traced a line along Jack's cock and rubbed slowly with his palm.
"Got condoms?" Daniel asked. "And lube?" And then his mouth was around Jack's cock, hot and wet, sucking and laving the length of his erection. Jack moaned out an undignified response of "Yes-ohDanielfuck!" to the question, and earned a harder, longer suck before Daniel shifted above him, slid his mouth slowly further, lips wrapped around Jack. As he slid Jack down his throat, breathing in and out of his nose, Jack clenched his fingers in the sheets.
"Oh god, Daniel, please..." Jack pleaded, not sure to what he was pleading, but knowing he was losing control of the situation. Daniel began to bob his head again, Jack slipping from his mouth and back in, his cock shiny with saliva, bobbing once to slap Daniel's lower lip lightly as he released it from his mouth. Licking his lips, Daniel paused a moment, and Jack took that moment to reflect on how very talented in every way his linguist was with his mouth. With that, he grabbed said linguist's fingers and he wondered if they would be as talented as his mouth, then kicked himself for such a stupid thought. Yes, obviously. Daniel raised his eyebrows and Jack tugged him up to kiss again.
Daniel kept control of this kiss, pushing Jack against the pillows, and Jack ground up against Daniel, realising that his own bottoms were still on. Well, that would not do at all. He hooked his fingers in Daniel's pants, pushed down until Daniel slid free of them and then brought his fingers back up to hook in Daniel's boxers, letting his fingers follow the angle of the skin. Daniel caught Jack's other hand as it reached for the bedside table drawer. "Lube in there?" Daniel asked.
Jack nodded, trying to pull his fingers free again, but Daniel shook his head, got the lube himself, and a condom, tearing the package and rolling it onto Jack, forcing the man to relinquish any control. Jack watched as Daniel uncapped the lube and squirted it onto his fingers, spreading the slippery stuff around and then reaching behind himself to press a finger against himself. Jack stared, his cock twitching. "Daniel." He stared to say, filled with a thousand protests. Let me do that. or Want to take you without preparation, fuck you so hard that you'll feel it for days. Ended up watching Daniel sink onto a finger and seeing the muscles in his legs flex.
"You, Jack, are an asshole." Daniel stated. "I hadn't imbibed nearly enough to be as inebriated as you thought. You were far worse than me, and I should be mad at you, because you completely passed out on me when I was kissing you.” Daniel then wagged a finger at Jack and glared. “I don't know about you, but when I'm kissing someone, I tend to be focusing on the sensation of someone kissing me.” Now Daniel was jabbing the finger into Jack’s chest, emphasising his point. “And you are not allowed to tease someone, to allure to someone getting thoroughly," here he paused to slide a second finger into himself, sinking further down, right above Jack's groin, knees bent, "fucked."
"Neither are you!" Jack tried to protest. Daniel paused in his motions, stopping his slow rise and fall on his fingers, his other hand having come to wrap around his cock and stroke slowly. "You’re worse, admit it. And don't you dare get off without me."
Daniel twisted his fingers gently, harder, and let out a tiny gasp. "Just think of this as punishment for last night." He breathed, staring at Jack. And then suddenly Daniel was shifting to lean over, revealing the curve of his hip that led to his ass, and Jack slid his hand forward to grab, press his thumb into, over the skin and hear Daniel make another tiny noise and squirm. When Daniel came back up, he had Jack's shirt. "Want me to tie you up?"
Jack shook his head. "Want to be inside of you, Daniel!" He protested. Daniel paused and leaned forward, taking Jack's wrists, tying them together. Jack wondered how exactly Daniel had translated ‘Want to be inside of you’ into ‘Oh yes, please tie me up with that shirt’. Then he figured that Daniel probably knew what he was doing, and that he might as well go along with it.
"Keep them above your head." Daniel said, and then took the lube, slicked Jack's cock, and positioned himself, wrapping his fingers around the base and pushing down against Jack, and Jack slid into tight heat, clenched his fists, felt Daniel squeeze around him and groan. As Daniel slid further on him, Jack concentrated on not coming right then and there. He wasn't going to last long, he could tell. Daniel was too wound up too, from his own self-teasing preparation. And Jack thrust up the slightest bit, sheathed himself completely in Daniel, felt Daniel's ass tighten around him again. Daniel stared at Jack, mouth hanging open slightly, before his eyes fluttered shut and his tongue came out to swipe his lower lip.
"Jack." He breathed. And then he began to ride Jack. He took complete control again, rising his body up, dropping down, hips rolling forward, squeezing, making the bedsprings squeak while Jack fought the urge to grab Daniel's cock with his tied hands and tug slowly, gently, until Daniel was undone. Daniel was in control here, and Jack knew without a doubt that Daniel could torture Jack far worse than this way. And then Daniel shuddered above him and Jack thrust up as the head of his cock rubbed over Daniel's prostate, watched Daniel almost collapse over him as his legs trembled, his body shivered. From his throat came a groan that was louder than Jack would have expected. Not surprised that Daniel was loud, however, during sex, Jack reasoned that it was only normal for how vocal he was at SGC. But he figured it was probably a good thing he didn’t shout ‘Oh god yes Jack deeper’ all the time at the SGC. People might suspect something was up. And down. And up again. And down and up and down. He could definitely get used to this.
When Daniel began to ride Jack faster, hips thrusting helplessly, Jack closed his eyes and watched a phantom image of Daniel behind his eyelids, the memory burned in his mind forever, and he jerked upwards. "Danny." He panted out, gripping the pillow with his fingers, meeting Daniel's thrusts with his own. "Oh, fuck, fuck!" He moaned out, and then lost himself in the feel of Daniel spasming around him, sank once more into the deep heat of Daniel's ass, and came with Daniel, watching Daniel leaning over him, fingers finding Jack's and tightening in them, moving to undo the knot around his wrists, and Jack grabbed Daniel's wrists as Daniel collapsed on top of him.
"Fuck." Daniel panted out. "I think my brain is dead." He looked genuinely concerned and Jack had to grin at that.
"That was mind-blowing sex." Jack agreed, and wrapped an arm around Daniel, withdrawing carefully, sliding off the condom and tying it off before dropping it in the trash bin next to the bed. Daniel pressed his cheek to Jack's chest, breathed out a long sigh. "Happy?"
"... For now." Daniel said, and raised his head. "However, I intend to get you drunk tonight and prove to you that we most definitely can have mind-blowing sex while we're under the influence of alcohol also." His eyes gleamed wickedly.
Jack patted Daniel on his back. “Sure thing. I think I have some tequila lying around. Just promise me one thing, Daniel.”
“What’s that?”
“No karaoke.”
